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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Fourteen
When Dick and Cindy eventually sauntered into the bedroom where
Bob was entertaining Lori and Willette, they found the man on his knees,
his head pressed to the bed and his bottom rearing high in the air.
Willette sat on his shoulders. Lori was at his rear.
"Ah, and now we'll try this prized specimen," Lori said, lifting a
dildo into the air. From the light coating of shit on several nearby dildos
it looked like Bob had already greeted several artificial cocks with his
hole. "Ridges and bumps guaranteed to give pleasure," Lori said, reading
the box from which she had just taken the dildo. She smeared cream on
the dildo and then, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth and
assuming a very serious demeanor, she shoved the cockhead of the dildo up
Bob's butt. He squealed beneath Willette's clamping thighs.
"Richard, how nice of you to come...and you look like you just came,
too," Lori smiled, looking up from her task. "Would you care to be next
after we finish with Bob?"
"I think I'll pass," Dick said. He settled into an easy chair and put
Cindy on his lap. Willette showed a tinge of jealousy.
"Cindy, why don't you help out and take a turn holding down Bob?"
Willette asked.
"No thanks," Cindy said. "I've got to discuss my impending marriage
to Dick." Dick grinned sheepishly.
"What?!" Willette cried. She leapt up from Bob without even
thinking. "Dick, what is she talking about? I didn't let you make me
pregnant just to get tossed away!" There was a furious look on her face
and she strode over to the couple.
"Uh, we Arabs often have more than one wife," Dick explained, not all
too convincingly. Willette slapped Cindy across the cheek.
"Hey!" Cindy cried, putting a hand to her reddening cheek as tears
welled up in her eyes.
"Go easy on her, she just lost her boyfriend," Dick advised Willette,
his voice slightly angry now. Protectively he wrapped an arm more tightly
about Cindy's torso. He cupped one of her breasts.
"So now she gets to steal mine?" Willette shrieked. She turned and
stomped from the room. Dick gave Cindy a sad look and urged her from his
lap. Then he followed after Willette.
Dick found Willette sitting in a stuffed chair in the living room. She
was curled up in a fetal position, her feet drawn up onto the seat of the
chair. Dick knelt down before Willette on the floor. "Look, Willette, I was
just trying to make Cindy happy, honest!" Willette, pouting angrily, made
no response. "Willette, I love you. And yes, I'm going to marry you. We'll
live together for the rest of our lives, you and I. We'll grow old together."
"You're old already," Willette snapped, and turned her face into the
back of the chair.
"I'm just 35, but that is older than you," Dick said. He attempted to
stroke Willette's lovely curving back but she shook him off. "Well, you
just pout then," Dick said, rising. Then he knelt down once more. "No, I
know you, you're stubborn as a pig. If I went back into the bedroom you'd
slip away and I'd never see you again. I guess I'll just have to kneel right
here until you change your mind."
Willette turned toward Dick. "Get away!" She cried, and kicked him
lightly under the chin with her foot. "I want to go for a walk!"
"Nothing doing," Dick said. He put his arms on the arms of the chair
to further imprison Willette in it. "You'd walk away from here even
without your clothes on, then sleep with the first farmer you met and get
him to buy you clothes. I know you, Willette. You were a bull in your
former life." Willette kicked him again, harder.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lori was now the victim of Bob. Though
Cindy pinched the man and pulled at his hair in a series of lightning
attacks launched from the easy chair, he nonetheless managed to keep Lori
firmly in his grasp.
"You're going to get it now, girl!" Bob snarled. He had Lori in a
partial crouch on the bed and picked up a dildo. He stuck its tip in the jar
of cream that lay on the bed and then jammed the tip into Lori's ass.
"Ow, not too hard, Bob!" Lori cried. Cindy picked up a pillow and
whacked Bob over the head.
"Damn little bitch!" Bob yelled at Cindy, who only giggled in reply.
It was all Bob could do to keep his own wife under control. WHACK! came
the pillow again, and Bob lost his temper, at least as much as a man could
over a giggling 18-year-old girl swatting him with a pillow. Bob let go of
his wife and hopped up and chased Cindy around the room.
"Got you, you little imp!" Bob cried as he caught the fleeing Cindy. He
manhandled her over to the bed. Lori jumped at him with a pillow of her
own, but he managed to catch her by the wrist. A moment later both girls,
squealing, kneeing him in the stomach, were more or less his prisoners
upon the bed.
With some effort Bob managed to roll both girls on their tummies.
At once he began to slap their bumptious bottoms. Lori and Cindy at first
tried to buck free. Then, as their spankings continued, a wave of erotic
feeling washed over them and they turned their faces toward one anther.
They each extended a tongue and their tongues touched.
"There! There! There! And there!" Dick yelled triumphantly,
applying a final series of slaps to Lori and Cindy's bottoms. Then he
turned them both back over so that he could admire their front sides while
their wriggling bottoms simmered away against the cool, crisp white
sheets. Bob kissed each girl's tummy in turn. "You're the only girl here
who's not pregnant," Bob said to Cindy.
"You think I should skip my pills?" Cindy asked. "It would be fun for
all three of us to have our babies together." Lori put her face close to
Cindy's ear and tickled it with her tongue.
"Mmm, fucked together and delivering together. It sounds fun!" Lori
said. Cindy gave a girlish little giggle.
"Well, we'll have to see about that later," Bob said. "Right now I
want you, Cindy, to don a strap on dildo and fuck Lori up the butt."
"Nooo," Lori cried, her struggles renewed by Bob's awful suggestion.
But Cindy seemed taken by the idea. Her eyes lit up at the proposal that
she might ream the older woman.
"Yes!" Cindy squealed suddenly. "Up your butt, Lori, just like you
were doing to Bob!" A moment later and Lori found herself outnumbered.
And then she was on her knees, face on the bed, bottom arched high, with
Bob holding her down.
"How does this thing go on?" Cindy asked. She knelt on the bed,
looking down at her crotch, her lips parted with a bead of saliva on them.
In her hands she held an evil looking strap on dildo, which she was trying
to belt around her waist.
"Pull that lower strap between your legs," Bob said. "It works just
like a G-string, except you've got to buckle it on."
"Oh, I see, I guess," Cindy said, and still seemed to have trouble.
Just then Dick and Willette walked into the room, hand in hand. Willette's
face was stained with tears.
"I'm sorry, Willette, honest!" Cindy cried, looking up.
"It's okay, we made up," Willette snuffled. "But you can't marry my
Dickie. I will help you find another man, though."
"I was just teasing," Cindy said, though her eyes said she had not
been. She looked slightly forlorn.
"Here, let me help you with that," Willette said brightly. She jumped
on the bed behind Cindy and grasped the strap-on dildo that Cindy was
trying to put on. Dick too came forward, and absently helped Bob hold
down Lori.
"There," Willette said when Cindy was finally outfitted properly in
the dildo's harness. Willette kissed Cindy on the lips. "I love you,"
Willette said. "You're my best friend in the whole world."
"You mean it?" Cindy asked. Bob couldn't help smiling at the scene.
The two looked like no more than a pair of jabbering little girls, yet Cindy
had a lewd dildo strapped to her waist. After another consoling kiss
Willette urged Cindy forward to the task at hand.
With Willette's hands helpfully on her bottom, Cindy used her own
hands to prise open Lori's ass cheeks. Then Willette reached around Cindy
to guide her slim but long dildo against Lori's nether hole.
"Oh! We forgot the cream!" Willette realized, just in time. She
pulled Cindy back and then the most amazing scene followed. Willette
sank her fingers into the nearby jar of cream. Then, with Cindy boyishly
watching, Willette smoothed the cream over Cindy's fake cock. When the
penis was fully coated with a glistening salve Willette put her palms to
Cindy's shoulders, fingers upraised, and pressed the girl forward to the
assault on Lori. Again Willette helped Cindy's rubber prick find Lori's
sphincter. Then, putting her palms to Cindy's bottom, Willette began
helping Cindy make a series of forward thrusts with her hips. Lori cried
out under the assault.
"Oooch! Oooch! Oooch! No fair!" Lori pleaded, but nobody seemed to
pay much attention. There were too many racing hormones in the room for
anyone to suggest that Lori receive anything less than what the ad hoc
grouping of couples intended. With gentle but uncompromising strokes the
mercifully slim dildo was pushed up Lori's hole. Its balls had come
equipped with a free load of cream. When Cindy was fully up Lori, Willette
squeezed her fake balls and the cream went shooting up Lori's rectum.
"Ahhk!" Lori gasped. Her eyes bulged.
"Just be glad we didn't have to add our own this first time," Bob said
aloud to Lori. "It would have been well heated."
With a pulling on her thighs, Willette's index fingers pushing the belt
that ran over her pussy lips up against them, Cindy was urged backward.
After a moment Cindy's fake dick popped out of Lori's hole. Bob and Dick
clambered off Lori and the woman sat up.
"You beasts!" Lori cried. Her face was hot and red and a few tears
streaked it. Lori, kneeling, lifted her bottom up off her heels. She rubbed
it. Then she spread her cheeks and tentatively touched a finger to her
violated anus. Her lips formed an O as she gave her nether hole a little
exploration with her fingertips to make sure it was still intact. Everyone
broke out into laughter watching her.
"You just wait, Robert!" Lori said. "Some night when you're asleep
I'll stuff a dildo up you so big it'll get stuck up there and never come out!"
"Guess I'll have to sleep with Cindy from now on," Bob said.
"OooH!" Lori hissed angrily. But then her face softened as she
realized, feeling her bottom, that she would continue to live. "I need a
bath," Lori said. "Which of you men wants to wash me?"
"I do!" Dick said eagerly, then looked hopefully at Willette.
"Yes, Dickie dear, you may," Willette said. "I'm not so worried about
Lori. She's a married woman with her husband right here to protect her."
Willette turned to Cindy and pinched her cheek just below her eye. "It's
you I'm worried about, you hot little vixen!" Cindy giggled.
"Everyone must worry about me, I'm going to keep this on!" Cindy
crowed. "I like having a penis of my very own!"
Dick escorted Lori to the bathtub, with Cindy following behind by
herself to wash off her new penis in the sink. When Cindy walked out into
the kitchen a bit later, she found Willette and Bob there, kissing.
"I'm warming some more cream for your big fat testicles," Willette
said brightly to Cindy.
"Oooh, goody!" Cindy cried. "I'm going to have the most dangerous
dick in the whole world! Now men will have a reason to run away from
me!"
A bit later Cindy walked into the bathroom. Her stride was a bit of a
waddle, given the contraption between her legs. Dick and Lori looked up
from an embrace as Cindy came up to the tub. "Anyone want some pleasure
from my penis?" Cindy grinned. She reached between her legs and
squeezed her balls, newly filled. Hot cream spurted out. Dick and Lori
broke out laughing. Cindy squeezed herself some more, squirting out more
cream, hitting Dick on the shoulders and Lori in the face. Lori's eyes
widened and she looked gleeful. Lori leaned forward and gave Cindy's
rubber cockhead a little lick. Cindy thanked Lori with a squirt of cream
onto her lips. When Lori lifted her face from Cindy's cock, Dick licked the
cream from her lips.
"Now shoo, little girl," Dick said, smiling. "We want a few private
moments together, just like you and I had in the field." Cindy pouted.
"Nobody watns me," Cindy cried, turning away, mangling her sentence
with a tear-threatening sniffle.
"Oh, shit," Dick swore. He got up out of the bathtub and walked over
to Cindy and grasped her by the backs of her shoulders. "I never thought
having two males and three females would lead to such problems." Dick
turned Cindy around and kissed her on the lips. Then he reached down and
began unbuckling her dildo. Its buckle was at her back and Dick had to turn
Cindy slightly to get at it.
"What are you doing? I want my penis," Cindy protested.
"You're going to join me and Lori in the tub, sweetie-pie," Dick said.
"Now let's put your penis aside until after your bath."
"I don't want a bath," Cindy said.
"Well, you're going to get one," Dick said. A moment later he had the
dildo off her. He took Cindy by the hand and led her over to the tub. In turn
he lifted each of her heels to the side of the tub and unsnapped it and
tossed it aside. He gave each of her feet a brief little massage with his
fingers after unshoeing it. Then Dick helped Cindy into the soothing warm
water of the tub. The girl settled happily between Dick and Lori just as if
she was their little daughter.
"I can just imagine you as a child," Lori said to Cindy. She caressed
one of the girl's newly formed breasts. "Running bare chested up and down
your street, all flat but still alluring with your long legs and wiggly
bottom. And with a big dust stain on the seat of your pants from sitting
on the sidewalk playing jacks."
"Yep, I was a little brat!" Cindy said merrily. Dick found the juncture
twixt her thighs and stroked her silky pubic hair.
"You still are a little brat, don't you think?" Dick asked.
"I'm sure I can be," Cindy grinned. Dick leaned forward and nuzzled
her.
"Oooh, lookie, a thing for making bubbles!" Cindy pointed when Dick
had lifted away his face from hers.
"Would you like me to get it for you?" Lori asked gently.
"Please mommie," Cindy said.
"First you must have your dinner, then you may play," Lori said,
cupping her breasts and offering her teats to Cindy.
"Yes, mommie," Cindy agreed. Lightly she took one of Lori's nipples
twixt her fingers and squeezed it. Then she touched her tongue to it.
"Oh, God," Lori cried, giving her head a slight toss backward. She
shook her auburn mane. "Yes, help me practise for my baby," Lori cooed to
Cindy. Dick leaned forward too and took Lori's other breast. For long
moments he and Cindy supped at Lori's mammaries. Dick wondered what it
would be like when they were actually giving milk. He hoped he might
still be around Lori then.
After the nipple suckling Lori, flushed, got out of the tub and brought
a little wand and flask of bubble fluid over to Cindy. She hopped back into
the tub. Cindy, still placed between Dick and Lori, dipped the bubble wand
in its fluid and then blew a stream of bubbles up into the air. Cindy dipped
again and blew more bubbles, then dipped and offered the third try to Lori.
As Cindy held the wand Lori bent close and created a trail of sky-borne
bubbles of her own. Dick was in heaven, gazing at the girls. No man could
be happier than this.
Later, as the moon rose over the treetops, the couples retreated to
the bedroom. Dick lay with Willette in his arms. He nuzzled the girl. She
was so young, so sweet, just like his lost wife. Right next to him lay
Cindy, and on Cindy's other side was Bob. At least tonight the young "ex"
would have no shortage of men by her side. Beyond Bob lay Lori, stroking
his cock.
"Let's tell sexy stories tonight," suggested Lori.
"Alright," Willette whispered. Cindy giggled.
"We can make our own story even as we tell them," Cindy said. With
much persuasion the girl had been convinced not to take her strap-on dildo
to bed with her. Now her hands, still seeking a penis, came to Dick's. Her
other hand found Bob's. Lori seemed not to mind the intrusion. Willette
had both her arms around Dick's neck. Her hips lay to his side.
"I'll go first then," Bob said. "This is something that happened to my
friend while he was in college."
"Your friend. Shuuure," Willette said.
"It was you, wasn't it, Bob?" Lori asked. She put a hand to his face
and caressed it. Bob caught one of her long nailed fingers twixt his lips
and sucked it a moment.
"No, no, it was a friend of mine, I swear!" Bob said. "Now let me tell
it, for Chrissakes!"
"We're all ears," Willette said. "I'm very interested in finding out
what sort of things go on in college. I'll be starting next year!"
"Me too," Cindy piped up.
"You?" Willette cried. "You can't even count to ten."
"I can," Cindy said.
"No you can't. You flubbed it up right when I was holding down Lori
and trying to win that wrestling match. Unless you fucked up on purpose?"
"Oh, no!" Cindy said, eyes suddenly wide. "It was a accident."
"So see? You have to learn your numbers first. And maybe your
alphabet too," Willette said demurely.
"Yes, say the alphabet!" Lori cried. Cindy began to sniffle.
"Stop teasing me," Cindy said. She pressed her face into Dick's
shoulder.
"There there," Dick said consolingly. He reached up and stroked
Cindy's flame tinged mane. "Tell your story, Bob, before these girls cut
each other to bits with their sniping."
Bob cleared his throat. "Well, back when I was in college...I mean,
when I was in college with my friend, he got captured one day by some
girls. I don't know how."
"Probably the same way we captured you," Willette offered. "By
being stronger than you."
"Yes, well, however that may be, he was captured and trussed up in
their apartment. Now Cindy, Cindy, stop crying dear." Bob tapped the
girl's shoulder. Cindy looked over at him with tear-filled eyes. "I want
you to put your fingers on Dick's penis there and stroke him all through
this story. I want to see if I can make him squirt!"
"Okay!" Cindy said brightly, suddenly forgetting her trauma. "That's
something nobody can argue I don't know how to do!" Cindy eagerly clasped
Dick's rod.
"Now I shall proceed," Bob said, returning his gaze to the ceiling.
"The three, er, members which we meet at the beginning of our story are
named Alena, Therese, and, uh, let's see, Scott! I almost forgot my good
buddy's name, heh!" Bob cleared his throat again. "The three of them are in
an apartment, and I shall begin there."
"'How was that?' Alena asked, gently rubbing Scott's stiff wet penis
and testicles with a thick, soft, fluffy hand towel." (Bob pitched his voice
as high as he could when giving Alena's line. Everyone laughed.)
"Scott's mouth was gagged, preventing a response," Bob continued,
blackly implying that Scott wasn't the only one who might need gagging.
"No doubt Alena had intended her question to be rhetorical."
"Has he been milked yet?" Therese asked, entering at the far end of
the room.
"I'm just about to start," Alena replied.
"Well, Betsy says to hurry as there's more to this lab work than she
thought," Therese said.
Alena smiled at Scott. "That last minute rush engendered by
procrastination." Her statement was almost poetic. Well, Alena was a
literature major. As if Scott wasn't aroused enough already by the lithe
dexterity of Alena's long, slim fingers, with their lovingly tapered red
nails, now she had to start using provocative words like 'engendered' as
she spoke to him in her quiet, liltingly melodious voice.
Scott had no intention of ejaculating. From what he could gather,
Alena was to jack him off into a flask so that her two girlfriends, both
nursing majors, could use his semen in some purposely lewd experimental
procedure. Apparently most of the girls in the nursing class had chosen a
normal, everyday type of experiment for their class project. But Betsy
and Therese, ever the class clowns, had decided to delight their fellow
students with an outrageous experiment involving sperm.
Alena rose from her knees and removed the bowl and soap she had
used to wash Scott's genitals to the bathroom. Scott watched the roll of
Alena's hips as she walked. Her bottom was full and high, the cheeks
bearing a striking resemblance to a split apple. A vision of Scott
"polishing" Alena's "apple" with a whip shot through his mind. That in a
way was puzzling, for Scott had never been particularly attracted to
sadomasochism. Perhaps that particular fantasy had been "engendered," to
use Alena's terminology, by his present predicament.
Scott was tied to a wooden kitchen-table type chair, his arms bound
behind his back to the rungs, his ankles bound to each of the chair's front
legs. His shirt was tucked up, his trousers were somewhere below his
knees. He still retained his tennis shoes, for whatever that was worth.
Scott had been up late cramming for exams when the girls phoned
him. They had said that they, too, were busy studying, but had a few
questions about several of the core courses they were enrolled in, which
Scott had completed a year earlier. Scott agreed to come over to the girls'
apartment and help them get their studies straight.
At first things went fairly smoothly. The girls asked the
questions, and Scott helped them find the answers. But then the girls
began to bog down; unsure that the answers they were getting were
relevant to the material that would be tested on the exam. Somewhere
during this interlude, as the girls busily shuffled through their notes,
Scott fell asleep.
When Scott awoke it was obvious that the tutoring session, helpful
though it may have been, was but a pretext. Scott was bound and tied,
unsure of just what was going on, and the girls? They seemed very sure
indeed what they wanted to do with him.
Alena re-entered the room. "Guess I don't want to stain this with
semen," she said, pulling her billowy nightie up over her head. Scott's
conviction not to ejaculate was not assisted by this move. His penis
strained outward as he took in the breathtaking sight of an Alena in
nothing but string panties and moccasins.
Alena glossed her lips before a mirror and then padded over to Scott.
"Well, this is it, big boy," Alena giggled. She knelt down. Alena's
ample breasts brushed on either side of Scott's penis as she knelt; his
member actually passed up through the twin mounds as Alena dropped her
face down to the level of his loins.
At first Alena merely caressed Scott's member, her hands passing
lovingly over his treacherously taut scrotum and his rigid cock.
"Ooooh, its so hard," Alena cooed admiringly. "I'll never understand
how you men can be so hard before you come and so soft after." Then she
smiled up at him and extended her tongue. The tip, a drop of saliva on it's
surface, touched the slitted opening of Scott's cock.
A moment later Alena swirled her tongue around the ridged crown
of Scott's penis. Then she let her tongue linger on the sensitive underside
of Scott's member, beneath the head. Finally Alena popped the entire
affair into her mouth, and began the arduous task of working her mouth
upward along the shaft until her lips could kiss the curls of Scott's pubic
hair.
"Be vigorous, darling," Therese said to Alena, suddenly appearing
beside her.
"Push your hips forward," Therese commanded Scott. "Force Alena to
swallow the entirety of your cock."
Scott refused to budge on the chair. Therese sensed his
recalcitrance.
"Are you embarrassed that you're our captive?" Therese asked, at
the same time reaching down and grasping Scott's testicles in her hand.
She squeezed hard upon them.
"Or are you afraid of being humiliated if it is discovered that it
was your semen that was used in our silly experiment?"
Scott nodded. This at least required a response, although he doubted
it would get him released. He maintained his unruly countenance, however.
He wanted these girls to know that they would not escape with this
mischief unpunished, regardless of whether or not he was able to restrain
his reproductive fluid from burbling forth into their flask.
"Well, don't worry, you are going to come," Therese said to Scott.
She turned to Alena.
"Here, let me take over dear, we need his semen at once!"
Reluctantly, Alena pulled her mouth off Scott's stem and moved to
one side. It was Therese and Betsy's project. She was just a helper.
Therese knelt and quickly consumed Scott's penis. Unlike Alena, she
only wished to have the head. She sucked mightily upon this, her cheeks
pulled inward along her face by the force of the suction. Scott's balls felt
turgid.
"Where's my semen?" Betsy shouted, appearing at the doorway to the
room. She was clad in a T-shirt cut off at her sternum and shorts.
"He's trying to hold back," Alena laughed, still kneeling, her eyes
fixed on Scott's member as it sprouted from Therese's lips in a veined,
fleshy arch. Alena put her fingertips to the staff and stroked it.
"Come on, honey, be good and maybe we'll give your poor penis a more
traditional place to discharge later," Alena said coaxingly.
"I thought every man loves a blow job," Betsy said, approaching the
trio.
"I'm sure Scott does too," Alena replied. "Its just the
circumstances..."
"The circumstances?!" Betsy said. "Who cares about that?"
Betsy eyed Scott.
"Hi, honey," Betsy said. "Don't Therese's lips feel simply delicious
upon that big, hard prick of yours? Wouldn't you just love to spurt all over
her face?"
Betsy slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts.
"Look, Scott, I'm taking my shorts off. That penis of yours is making
me desperate. I can't wait to finish my nursing project and jump on that
gigantic cock of yours. I'm sure you'll be very stiff and hard again by then.
"Look, dearest, do you like my panties? They're smooth and white,
just like a little girl's. Nothing fancy, or frilly, or lacy about them. Just a
brief bit of cotton. Maybe I should have worn something sexier."
Betsy slipped her thumbs into her panties and slipped them down her
long thighs. A moment later they were at her ankles, and she stepped out
of them. Betsy picked up her panties and tossed them at Scott. By good
aiming or chance, Betsy's panties landed atop the staff of Scott's penis.
Scott glanced down at the fabric as it draped over his cock. He could feel
it against his skin. It was unbearably erotic.
"I'll bet you enjoy watching a girl's titties bounce when she takes
off her shirt," Betsy said. Scott wanted to close his eyes. But he knew
that would make him look like a frightened little boy. So he watched
Betsy, his face now a picture of grim determination.
Betsy crossed her arms over one another and delicately grasped the
ragged hem of her T-shirt. The shirt was at least one size too small. The
thin white material stretched tautly over Betsy's fulsome mammaries, her
pretty nipples poking impishly against the cotton. Scott held his breath.
Those beautiful breasts that Betsy sported were going to jiggle like Jell-
O when she pulled off that shirt. Scott swallowed hard.
Suddenly the phone rang. Betsy turned, startled; then put down her
hands and went to answer it. Scott breathed a sigh of relief. He averted
his eyes from Betsy's naked derriere as she padded to the phone in a pair
of pink socks, the only other remaining item of attire besides her little T-
shirt.
Betsy's face took on a look of surprise as she talked on the phone.
Finally she hung up and turned to the others.
"Our class project is cancelled." Betsy said. Therese looked up from
Scott's penis, her lips suddenly abandoning it.
Betsy continued: "Michelle said our teacher got in an argument with
the Dean. And quit. There's no one to replace her right now and none of the
other teachers want to be burdened with grading all our projects, so the
school's just going to cancel the projects and give us full credit for the
course."
Therese jumped up with a whoop. A moment later she and Betsy
were dancing playfully, hands joined, in the center of the room.
Alena petted Scott's penis.
"Poor baby. It looks so tense and swollen," Alena said.
"We're going out to get a pizza," Betsy called suddenly to Alena.
Take care of Scott for us, would you?"
Alena's back stiffened. She glared at Betsy.
"Just a minute, girl!" Alena shouted. "Don't think you're going to
stick me with this guy! I'm just your fucking helper! For all I know he
might rip me to shreds when I untie him!"
"That's funny, I thought we were doing you a favor by leaving him all
to you," Betsy said. "He is very handsome." Therese nodded her agreement.
"Sure he is," Alena said. "He's probably one of the best on campus.
But it ought to be you two who untie him. I'm sure he's not very happy
about the way we abused his penis. And he liked even less your plans for
his sperm. What man wants his seed to be laughed at?"
"I don't know, but we're leaving," Betsy said, and turned with Therese
to walk out of the room.
"Just a damned minute! You two aren't going anywhere!" Alena
yelled. She jumped behind Scott, breasts bouncing. Her hands dug into
Scott's bonds.
Scott pulled hard on the ropes around his wrists. Just a little
more...there! Now for his feet. He could hear Betsy and Therese in the next
room scurrying into their clothes.
Alena leapt to Scott's right ankle as he worked on the left.
"Betsy had no compunction about tying you," Alena told Scott. "I just
wish she hadn't been a damn campfire girl when she was little."
Scott sprung from the chair, suddenly a free (if naked) man. He
nearly fell on his face a second later. His trousers! Should he try to pull
them up, or? If he could beat Therese and Betsy to the front door pants
would not be required. Scott kicked the trousers from his ankles as he
bolted for the apartment's entrance. Scott's hard penis wiggled wildly as
he raced for the door. But Betsy and Therese, giggling, beat him there and
skipped into the hall. Oblivious to his nudity, Scott raced after the two
girls as they ran for the elevator.
That was the girls' mistake. They reached the elevator in time, but
of course it wasn't there.
"The fire escape!" Therese yelled, realizing the girls' mistake. But
Scott now stood between them and the stairs.
Scott slowed to a walk and ambled down the hall.
"I hear it's raining outside," Scott smiled. "Not a nice night for two
little girls to take a walk, especially without an umbrella."
"Get back inside," Therese hissed. "You don't have any clothes on!"
"I won't be needing them, considering how I plan to spend the rest of
my evening," Scott said. "In fact, I doubt you will be needing any clothes
either. No, I think our loins have a little score to settle. That is, my penis
and your bottomholes." Scott put two fingers to his penis and pulled it
upward, then let it go. It sprang up and down rapidly, looking suddenly
quite menacing. "Tell me, girls," Scott asked. "Have you ever been
sodomized?"
"Oh, your story's too long!" Willette scolded Bob. "We'll all be asleep
before you ever finish."
"But I was just getting to the best part!" Bob cried.
"I know, buggery," Willette said. "I had a strange dream last night
and I want to share it with you. Maybe you can tell me what it means."
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